I am trying to find my way to Collins' office and decided to ask a guy nearby. He got his back towards me. Regular built, dark brown hair in a tidy coiffure, simple black T-shirt, jeans and a pair of suede shoes. He also sports a sleeve tattoo on his left arm.
"Excuse me, could you tell me where can I find Mr Collins, please?" I asked.
He turned around and I was caught surprised realizing that he seemed to be too old for a student. And from the front, his black T-shirt was not simple at all. It was the outline of Fred Mercury, with the words 'Bohemian Rhapsody'.
"I am he whom you are looking for," Collins smiled and offered a fist bump. "You must be Clifford."
He studied me for a while from head to toe. "Classic. The aura of arts." And I consciously touched my chin, for I had not shaved since I last saw Faye.
"Sorry about the mess in here, this is the life of an art lecturer," Collins said as he led us into his office.
We get right into business.
"This showcase gallery that you mentioned, are there others or am I the only one?" I asked.
"You are not the only one. You get a section and it's up to you how many pieces you want to showcase. They must be art on a flat medium, ie canvas. In case you're bringing a sculpture, we don't want it," Collins explains matter-of-factly, with a tinge air of superiority.